my bones are caving in

It's in the stars
it's been written in the scars on our hearts

Every touch stirred the inferno within him, her mouth sucking on his thumb, her hands, her body - he so easily could've lost it then and there, but he was also enjoying this far too much to let it go so soon. When the bond kicks in and lets him know she feels it too, he is only driven further into the pits of pleasure, to the depths of desire, he eyes flickering shut a moment as the sensation rolls through him, the deep, resonating growl-like noises rumbling from his chest all the while.

She's moving then, her attention drifting south, her ministrations with fingertips along his sides eliciting more shivers - he tenses, his hand pulling her closer still as she moves down him, his own hips rolling upwards, increasing the pressure more between them, revelling in the feel of his cock pressed between their forms. But she keeps moving, her lips seeking out his chest now, and his head rises to watch her progress down his muscular form.

"I trust you," he said, sitting up with an arm outstretched and leaning against the bed behind him, responding to her movement and her words, a smirk on his face as well. He lets his hand gladly follow her guidance to her chest, promptly cupping a plump breast with firm but gentle and controlled motions, a thumb circling her nipple.

Then her hand comes to his cock, and he meets her gaze with a smirk and a raised brow, an open challenge - how close could she push him? As far as he had to her? Further? With a deliberate motion of his hips, he gladly pressed his length further into her grip, curious as to exactly what she had in mind this evening.

That we're not broken just bent
and we can learn to love again

CHULANE